In the desolate side hall, Xue Pianran's voice echoed, "Lian Yu" did not respond.
She just stared at the beauty couch not far away.
That beauty couch was meant for resting, and following Lian Yu's gaze, Xue Pianran noticed for the first time that there was a person sprawled on it.
The person was motionless, wearing that exquisite Cloud Brocade Palace Dress. Wasn't it "Ye Lingyue"?
"You've done well, Lian Yu," Xue Pianran, not noticing anything amiss with "Lian Yu," hurriedly walked towards "Ye Lingyue," eager to flip her body to see the unbearable sight of her disfigured face.
But when she got a clear look at "Ye Lingyue's" face, Xue Pianran's eyes suddenly widened in shock.
That was not "Ye Lingyue" at all, but clearly her own maid, Lian Yu, who had drawn her last breath.
"You!" Xue Pianran panicked, lifting her head.
Something was splashed over, and Xue Pianran caught a glimpse of a face flashing by her, "Ye Lingyue's" face.
